The Moon Circle is basically the moon stone/moon pool of my wc oc territories. It’s a hollow old tree, surrounded by a ‘fairy circle’ of mushrooms, and fungus grows on/in the tree. The fungus on the inside are bio luminescent and light up when it gets dark enough. moon shrooms. med cats love em
A/N: Reader is Jensen’s little sister who is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. If this becomes a series it’s gonna be super dramatic & probably kinda twisty.
Trigger warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts.
Jensen threw his head back laughing at a joke Jared made. Looking around the table he realized how lucky he was. He was sitting at a table in Rome surrounded by his friends and fellow cast mates, enjoying the night. Tomorrow was the first day of the convention and the few days following it him and Jared would tour the city some before heading back home to his family. A gentle smile fell on Jensen’s lips when he thought about Danneel and the kids in Austin and all the plans they had for the hiatus.
Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jensen grabbed it, smiling even wider when he saw Danneel’s name pop up on the caller ID.
“Hey babe.” He answered.
“Hey Jay.” Danneel’s voice responded, only something sounded off in her tone.
“What’s up?” Jensen said, standing up from his seat and walking away from the group, “You sound worried.”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing but…” Danneel trailed on.
“You’re kinda worrying me here Dee. What’s going on?” Jensen pushed.
Imagine Dean talking to Mary about how he raised you and Sam
A/N: This is Dean’s speech to Mary from 12x22. Special thanks to @family-business-one-shots for figuring out Dean’s speech in this scene.
Dean watched as Mary interacted with him at a younger age; she was smiling at the two year old version of you. Reaching over she brushed off some crumbs that were on your lips before returning her attention to Dean.
“I only want good things for you, Dean.” She said to the four year old Dean, “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”
“I hate you.” Dean stated as tears began to grow in his eyes. Mary stood up and took you from your high chair before walking back towards Sam’s crib. “I was a kid. You promised you’d keep me safe; and then you made a deal with Azazel. Yeah, it saved dad’s life, but I’ll tell you something else that happened.” Dean said as his voice broke.
Mary was playing with Sam’s fingers as he laid in his crib while she gently swayed side to side with you in her arms; she was blatantly ignoring Dean.
“Because on November 2, 1983, old Yellow Eyes came waltzing into Sammy’s room because of your deal.” Dean told his mom as Sam began to coo from his crib.
“You left us. Alone; because dad was just a shell. His perfect wife, gone. Our perfect
mom, the perfect family, was gone; and I… I had to be… more than just a
brother, I had to be a father, and I had to be a mother, to keep them safe, and that wasn’t fair; and I couldn’t do it.” Dean’s voice broke again.
“And you wanna know what that was like? They killed the girl that he loved. He got possessed by Lucifer. They tortured him in hell, and he lost his soul. His soul.” A tear nearly fell out of Dean’s eyes but he held it back.
“Y/N, she’s never known what it’s like to be in love with someone. She
was possessed by Michael; followed Sam into the pit so he wouldn’t be alone. She tried to close the gates of hell and wanted to die from the guilt she had from Sam returning without a soul when she had hers. My little sister wanted to die.” Dean said as his voice cracked. “All because of you. All of it was because of you.”
Mary glanced down at you where you were sleeping in her arms. She shifted so that you were laying your head on her shoulder, your arm across her back. Planting a kiss to your head she glanced back at Sam who was happily cooing in the crib.
“I hate you.” Dean’s voice filled with emotion.
“ I hate you…
and I love you. ‘Cause I can’t– I can’t help it. You’re my mom; and I
understand. Because I have made deals to save the ones I love, more than
once. I forgive you. I forgive you, for all of it, everything.” He stated, begging his mother to understand.
the other side of this, we can start over, okay? You, me, Y/N, Sam, we can
get it right this time. But I need you to fight, right now. I need you
to fight. I need you to look at me. I need you to really look at me and
see me. Mom, I need you to see me. Please.”
“You sure we got everything?” Dean inquired as he looked over at Sam who sat in the passenger seat.
Sam nodded his head, “Yeah, I think so. Got the basket, chocolate bunny, stuffed duck, supplies for dying eggs, jelly beans, and more candy then we need. I think we’re all set for the Easter bunny tomorrow.”
“Good.” Dean replied with a large smile, “Let’s go get our girl.”
Sam chuckled as he got out of the impala, “Did you ever think we’d have this?” Sam questioned before she shut the passenger door.
“What, you having a kid? Us going shopping for a stuffed duck? Me actually looking forward to taking a rugrat to the mall to see some guy dressed up like a friggin’ rabbit?” Dean scoffed, “No, I never saw our lives becoming this; but I’m glad it is.”
Sam grinned at his brother, thinking about all the big changes that happened for them within the last year. You had showed up in their lives; a result from the irresponsible relationships Sam had when he was soulless, but the brothers loved you no matter how you came into their lives.
You bounded down the bunker stairs in search of your dad and uncle. They had been gone on a hunt for the last few days, leaving you behind because you had an important project for school to turn in and your uncle refused to sacrifice your education for hunting.
Rounding the corner into the library you were met with a sight that was very familiar to you; your dad and uncle sitting at a table in the library, drinking beers, and probably talking about the last hunt.
“Hey Daddy, hi Uncle Sam.” You said as you walked into the room.
“Hi babygirl.” Dean replied as he looked up at you.
“Hey Y/N/N.” Sam responded as he patted the hand you laid on his shoulder as you passed by him.
“How was the hunt?” You questioned before plopping yourself on your father’s lap.
Dean let out a grunt as your weight landed on him. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight squeeze, a gesture of reassurance he always did when he came back from a hunt.
Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam (Mentioned), Sybil (OC Villian)
Word Count: 1100 (Sorry it’s so short!)
Warnings: Blood, Character Death, Supernatural Type Violence.
Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…
Author’s Note: Wow we’re almost done, just one more part! And I’m sorry this one is so short, guys. I just planned poorly and everything that happened here was supposed to be part of Chosen but I thought it would be too long if it was all together so I decided to make it a separate part at the last minute and now it’s a little too short. But it’s what we’ve got now so I’m going with it! Enjoy :D
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Your hands shook as the body hit the floor.
It had all happened so fast. One moment you were kneeling on the cold, tiled floor of the lab, the hard ceramic biting into you knees as you stared up at the woman who’d destroyed your life. Next thing you knew you were being sent across the room, knife in hand, one thought drowning out all others in your confused, jumbled head: Kill Dean Winchester.
A/N: This is the first installment of a series I’m starting called Growing up Winchester. It’s basically one shots of what life was like for the Winchester kids. Dean’s the oldest, Y/N is the middle child, and Sam is the youngest.
“De, I’m bored.” You whined at your oldest brother who sat across from you coloring at the motel room table. John, the patriarch of the family had taken Sam to the store with him to get some supplies before he left you kids for a hunt.
“Whaddya want me to do about it?” Dean questioned you with an unamused look on his face.
You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Can we play a game or somethin’?”
“I don’t know Y/N, Dad said we gotta be quiet. He doesn’t want anybody knowin’ we’re here alone, especially cause he’ll be leaving for a h-work trip tomorrow and we don’t want any trouble.”
“Okay De.” You said dejectedly, “Can you pass the pourple? I’m gonna give the puppy pourple spots.” Dean gave you a sad face before reaching over and handing you the
crayon. You gave him a soft smile in return as you grabbed the crayon
from his hand. “Thanks.”